Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2006 00:28:56 +0100
From: Jonas Henley
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 05c
Kids of Indian Spring
Chapter 05c
Ian's Initial Journey into Sex
How he got with Boys and Brianna
PART TWO
Friday, 28 April 1995
11:35 pm
Ian had had to think about things a bit for the next few days. He got his
relief simply by his own hand, which was a bit of a let down for the boy,
even if still a normal course of events for most boys, like his older
brother Duncan. The weekend, however, turned out to be spectacularly
different.
This weekend was so special not just because it was the last weekend of
Spring Break (and they hadn't been able to go on any vacations this year),
but also because some of their Lanham cousins were visiting. Geoff, Jack,
and Patrick Lanham had arrived early yesterday evening, along with Geoff's
best friend who was staying with them while his younger brother was in the
hospital. It was the start of their Spring Break. The Lanham boys were
Black Irish, like Ryan and Micheal O'Shaunessy, except their skin wasn't as
white. Also they were practically the only family in the whole family tree
that had no girls, not for three generations, which all the Cormack boys
thought was way cool many times when fed up with their own sisters.
The three Lanham boys were also all born on the same day. (It was rumored
with the larger collection of relatives that Lanham blood was more than a
little tainted with witchcraft. Very strongly rumored.) The boys were not
only born on the same day, but within twenty minutes of each other timewise
and each exactly three years apart. Geoff was the oldest at 14 as was his
friend, Colin, just a few months younger and also Irish. They hung out with
Connor and James, mostly talking about girls, the start of real high
school, etc. Patrick L. was closer to Katherine's age, but he still hung
around with Patrick C. - everybody always just referred to them as 'the
Patricks'. It was always one of the few times when Patrick C. and Katherine
didn't play together. The middle boy was Jack, exactly one year older than
Ian, a spooky closeness, for Ian was born on the same day, same hour, and
same minute as Jack. The boys, however, never regarded the timing with much
interest. They weren't necessarily close so that they hung about much (a
lot of times Jack just hung about with Duncan), but they always had fun
together.
Especially this night. Because of the extra visitors, Connor, James, Geoff,
and Colin, the older boys, all slept in the garage apartment. Duncan who
wasn't feeling well went to bed in James' room. The Patricks took the bunk
beds in Connor's room, leaving Ian and his year-older cousin Jack to
themselves in Ian and Duncan's room. The night started out with each boy in
his own bed, but they weren't sleepy, and soon they too were talking about
sex, about their own bodies and development. Jack wasn't quite a year ahead
of Ian in his development, since Ian was moving at a bit faster rate than
normal, but he was still a half inch longer in the dick, and a little
wider, with fuller balls and some wrinkling starting, and you could see the
faintest of black hairs at the base of his dick if you used your
imagination.
The boys got to comparing and talking about jerking off. This led them to
doing the same. They did this and also watched each other's technique all
the way through orgasm. They compared the clear discharge each of them had,
deciding that Jack did actually have a bit more. They began talking about
the differences between their techniques in self-pleasure and were both
very soon hard again. This second time around each reached out and felt up
the other one's dick. They soon began jerking each other off, moaning so
close to each other, eyes heavy lidded, and then coming at the exact same
moment - just like being born (except this time in the same room and in the
same year). It was just as intense to them. The orgasms were fairly
powerfully, more so than could be explained by Ian, since this was already
the fourth person with whom he had fooled around. But it felt like the
first in some ways.
It WAS the first for Jack, and he exploded what felt like future loads of
cum through his dick; though nothing actually came out this time (except
for a small singular squirt). It still sure felt like it. The two boys
collapsed backward on the bed, laying across it at odd angles though in
opposite directions.
"Have you and Duncan ever jerked off together?" Ian asked his cousin.
"Yeah, lots. But not each other - that was cool, Ian."
Both boys were still winded and laying there until Jack piped up again:
"Well, not lots. But a few times."
"Huh?" Ian asked.
"I mean that me Duncan have jerked off together not lots; just a few
times. But more than I have with anybody else, including Hen." Scott
Henley was Jack's closest friend back home.
"I've seen Duncan play with himself at night," Ian added "but I've never
seen him cum or nothing. Seen Connor a couple times and James once. It was
neat to see it all come out." All the while, Ian was looking over at Jack
and wondering something.
Jack piped up again, "Hen can already cum a little bit of white stuff. His
brother shot off for us once a couple years ago, too. That stuff went
everywhere."
Jack was still talking, but Ian was now looking at the bottom side of his
cousin. Jack was still laying on his back and had his knees pulled up and
legs spread. This allowed Ian a good look below his balls and straight into
his alley. It was hard to make it out in the shadow of the barely spread
crack, but Ian was pretty sure he saw Jack's 11 1/2 year old hole peeking
out at him. Ian was starting to wonder just what Jack's hole would feel
like squeezing around his finger. The tube of lotion the boys had used to
jerk off was still on the bed. Ian put some on his finger and slowly pushed
it between Jack's cheeks.
Jack went quiet immediately. Ian liked the feel of even just the cheeks
pushing against his greased finger as it slid in between. He was right on
target, feeling the swirling muscle as his fingertip bottomed-out against
it. Jack wanted to say something, ask Ian what he was doing and why, but
the incredible feelings swirling in his body unexpectedly from just the
fingertip sliding against his most private hole prevented him from getting
any speech out.
Ian looked up between the spread legs to see Jack staring down at what he
was doing. Jack looked up and their eyes met. Jack did not have any
particular expression at all, just sort of a slight bewilderment waiting to
see what was coming next. His lips were parted only slightly, and he kept
staring into Ian's eyes with the same expression, even as he felt the
increase of pressure on his hole, the willing yielding of the muscle, and
the advancement of Ian's fingertip into his rectum.
He had never felt this exquisite feeling come from just the outer rim of
his anus as his younger cousin stretched its wall and slowly ran over the
sensitive nerves in the skin. Jack's eyes rolled back a bit became heavy
lidded as he felt the new and incredible foreign feeling coming from his
own ass. This was AWESOME. Jack closed his eyes fully and just laid back
and enjoyed the feeling of Cousin Ian's forefinger advancing to the next
knuckle and stretching him a bit more, ever so slightly. Jack could almost
be heard to sigh a bit as he felt the short withdrawal and re-entry of the
digit. Then he suddenly arched his back and breathed in sharply as Ian's
finger hit something right there, a little ways inside and behind the root
of his dick, which had snapped to attention, again, after this.
Ian withdrew his finger and asked his cousin if he was OK.
"What? Oh. Yeah. Definitely. That was so weird but felt so good."
Ian just smiled and said, "Cool." Instead of being done for the night, Ian
still wanted to play some more, and he reached over for more lotion for his
finger. Jack saw him do this, and he also smiled. Without a word, Jack lay
back down, but this time he automatically hooked his hands behind his upper
legs and brought them up so that his knees were riding high on either side
of his head. This had the effect of really opening up his ass for Ian. Ian
liked this view even better because it was a close-up and unobstructed one
of everything normally hiding within that round, downy behind. Plus, in
this position it was an open invitation to the younger cousin to do as he
wished, which is exactly what Ian planned on doing. His finger was placed
on the anal doorway and pressed its way smoothly into the inviting rectum.
It felt good in there and was soon going in and out, searching for that
spot that drove Jack wild. He found it over and over again and was finally
able to stimulate it each time as he went past on his way in and then on
the way back out, yet still be able to explore the boy's bottom. Ian again
pulled his finger out, but he placed his left hand on the back of Jack's
bent-back leg to signal him that they weren't done and to just stay as he
was. Jack did, quietly waiting for that now unseen finger to return to his
asshole. In the meantime it was just winking away in anticipation as well
as a reaction the draft from the ceiling fan blowing on its muscle wrinkles
exposed to the world, or at least to Ian and whomever should walk in.
Soon he felt the finger return, though only the tip went in. At this point
it seemed as though the tip were pulling against the sides of his muscle
down there. Not that it was uncomfortable, but the finger fucking had
actually been more fun. But, as a boy, it's kind of hard to ask someone to
go back to doing that. Still, he felt he could with Ian. Before he got the
chance, or the nerve, he felt another pressure at his backdoor right along
side the embedded tip. As the pressure continued the first tip pulled out
slightly creating a well that quickly included just the very tips of what
seemed like two fingers. 'That was it!' Ian was going to try and stick
two fingers in him. Jack wasn't so sure he could handle this, but he didn't
have a choice at the moment, as they were going in.
Jack strained at the feeling, trying to close off his hole to prevent it.
"Wow," Ian said, "That's even tighter. Feels like a different kind of tight
too, like I'm gonna rip something."
"I think you are. Oohhh, pull them out, Ian!!" Jack then changed his
flexing of his anal muscles and began bearing down, like when he took a
crap, to push them out. Then he noticed that the feeling suddenly changed,
became easier to deal with.
"OK," said Ian, "I'll pull out." And he began to do so.
"No, wait Ian! Push them back in!"
"Huh? I thought you said it hurt."
"It did, but I want to try something."
"OK. . . . " And Ian began pushing both fingers back in.
"Unngh." Jack grunted, but this time he was pushing back like he would on
the toilet. It was helping Ian's fingers go deeper more smoothly. "It
still don't feel great, but it doesn't hurt so much."
"Feels different on my fingers too. Feels better, like it's squeezing and
not about to snap, like a rubber band, but gripping - just squishier
inside."
Jack laughed briefly and went back to concentrating on bearing down as
Ian's two fingers slowly traversed the whole of their lengths past the anal
muscle and deep into the boy's rectum.
"What are you doing different, Jack?"
"I'm pushing on them, like when I'm trying to squeeze out some crap."
"Ewww."
"It works, though. It don't feel too bad. Don't feel great, but it ain't
bad like the other. Whooooaaaa, oohh, oohh, oh."
"What?"
"That was weirder your pulling them out. It felt better goin' in."
"That is weird. I thought it would feel better goin' out, like when you
finally push it all out taking a dump."
"Go in again, Ian."
And Ian went in and out a few more times, the Ins being definitely better
than the Outs for Jack. Jack just stared up at the ceiling, keeping his
legs held back for Ian, while all of this was taking place. Finally, Ian
pulled out to get some more lotion on his fingers, but Jack let go of his
legs and put his feet back down on the bed, though still keeping his knees
bent and up.
"No wait, Jack. I want to do some more. Let me do one finger again!"
Jack sat up a little, leaning on his elbows and looked at his cousin now
squatting there between his legs. Ian had popped open the lotion tube again
and was already putting gobs of lotion on his index finger. Jack just
watched him quietly and without any actual thoughts about this one way or
the other, though he was nearing the end of his interest in their mutual
exploration.
"Come on, Jack, just a little longer. You liked the one finger."
Jack looked at Ian pleading and let out a short sigh. "All right," was all
he said as he laid back down and again pulled up his legs, leaving himself
spread and vulnerable, the greased and slightly open asshole now an open
(forgive the pun) invitation for Ian's finger. It was an invitation very
soon accepted and entered into.
Jack sighed again as he felt the cool slicked-up finger slide in so easily.
"Ahhhh, yeah, that feels good, Ian. Go in and out with that." And Ian did
a few times before Jack made a new request, "Ian, just stick it in and out
right at the entrance, yeah, right there, oohhh yeaah, just like, aahhhh,
that, ooahhh."
Jack continued moaning his approvals at this last fingering and also
started getting harder and harder. Ian looked down and saw his cousin close
his eyes as his asshole was being fingered just at the rim. Jack's dick was
filling out and starting to stand rock hard an inch or two off the belly.
The flared dickhead was engorged and leaking small drops of precum so that
their was a strand of clear precum connecting the dick to a growing small
puddle on Jack's belly. Ian as well was getting hard, not only from the
feeling at his fingertip and the knowledge that he was engaging in
something so private, and probably forbidden, with his cousin, but also
from hearing the moans and seeing the changes in Jack's dick. As Jack's
nuts pulled up into a tight pouch, so that both dick and scrotum were
almost free standing, except where they connected to the boy's body, Ian's
own nuts were pulling up tight, and his dick was hardening, pulling itself
upright so that it began to slide along the right cheek of Jack's upturned
bottom.
Ian's dick pressing against and sliming over his asscheek did not go
unnoticed by Jack. "What's that on my butt? Is that your dick, Ian?"
"Yeah," Ian answered in a somewhat husky voice, at least husky for a 10 1/2
year old.
"You got a wood? And are leaking too?"
"Yeah," Ian gave a short laugh. "It's harder than like metal."
Ian continued looking down at his cousin's dick and balls, which definitely
showed that Jack did indeed like this, and at the finger teasing and
opening Jack's pulsing happy hole. Ian took a look at his own dick, so hard
nearby, leaking fluid as slippery as the lotion, longer and harder than a
finger. An idea occurred to Ian. His hand always felt so good on his dick,
and his dick felt even better with Jack's hand closed around. How good
would it feel then with Jack's asshole and the inside of his butt all
wrapped around and squeezing it tight? That would probably be amazing!!
Ian pulled his dick back off Jack's butt and reached for the lotion. Jack
looked up at Ian and said, "Hey Ian, I don't mind your dick there. It feels
weird rubbin' on me like that, but it's a cool kind of weird."
"OK. It's cool, I'm just getting' some more stuff on my finger."
"OK," said Jack and closed his eyes again. He didn't know that the finger
Ian was greasing up was his 3 1/2 inch or more hard dick. As Ian greased it
up he started plunging his finger deeper into Jack's butt, all the way to
the root, the last knuckle, and then twisting it, roughly grinding it in
before pulling out for another plunge. Jack didn't like this as much as
before, but part of it still felt good so he pushed back against the finger
as best he could, which wasn't much in his position. He still held his legs
back for Ian, but he was starting to get tired in this position.
"Hey, Ian my legs are getting tired."
"OK, hang on a sec and I'll hold them."
"Nahh, let's just stop"
Ian's dick was fully lathered by lotion at this point, with an extra dollop
at the end. He was more than ready to try this; his little dick was so hard
it didn't even wobble any more - just a solid steel expansion of his body
and flesh. There was no way Jack was ending this yet. "Hold up, Jack; I
just gotta try one more thing."
"What is it? What do you want to try?"
Ian pulled out his finger and scooted up closer to line up his dick. He
pressed the dickhead against the pulsing hole and felt it give and start to
open around the tip of his dick. This already felt INCREDIBLE; Ian didn't
know how long he would last with this.
"Hey, that feels a little bigger," Jack said and opened his eyes and lifted
his head up to look. When he saw Ian in position with his dick lined up and
already establishing a beachhead on its invasion, his eyes went wide.
"What?? Ian, NO!"
Jack released his legs, but they didn't get far as Ian grabbed them with
both his hands and then pushed his dick forward so the whole helmet of his
dickhead popped into Jack's virgin ass.
"AAAaahhooooh!!!" Jack jumped a bit but didn't pull back. "No Ian!! I
don't wanna get fu-uh-uhhhhhhhh-oh-oh-oooohoh-unnnhhhhhoohhhh. . . . "
The slow advancement of Ian's dick was tripping the sensitive charges of
pleasure nerves so well primed already all along Jack's anal ring and
through the tight anal canal that was now almost eagerly permitting the
entry and journey of Ian's little dick. It wasn't making Jack leak as bad
as the single finger did just teasing his outer ring muscle, but the
stimulation was enough that he was twisting himself onto Ian's dick and
into the younger boy's crotch and stopping all protest. He most certainly
never would have wanted to get himself fucked by another boy, but he found
himself helpless just to think about it now.
The feelings were overwhelming to Ian. If he was older and hadn't already
had two orgasms in the last hour, he would cum again that very second. He
couldn't believe the incredible warmth and total caress that Jack's ass was
giving him. It was all-enveloping and seemed to spread out through his
whole body. Ian kept pushing through, noting subconsciously that Jack was
seemingly thrashing with pleasure at the feel of his dick going in. Ian
then began to note this consciously and smiled down at his cousin. He could
do pretty much whatever he wanted now. And he was. One final thrust and he
was all the way embedded in Jack's upturned ass and pushing in on the
remaining fleshiness of those two creamy cheeks. The boy's nuts and dick
were still up, and there wasn't a gap between the two hairless bodies.
"Ian," Jack began pleading, "please don't fuck me. I don't want to be
fucked. It feels kinda cool goin' in, but I don't wanna be fucked. Please."
All Jack got in return was a concentrated look on Ian's face and a slow
withdraw of about an inch of his shaft.
"Thanks, Ia-aauunnngh."
Ian started a steady rhythm of withdrawing an inch out and then plunging
back in.
"Ian! Uunnggh!"
He soon stepped it up to an inch and a half out and then in.
Jack was just riding out the wave of acceptance. Acceptance that he was
getting fucked.
Two inches in and out.
Acceptance that it was his little cousin fucking him. His eyes were mostly
closed now.
Two and a half inches in and out. The motion had sped up. Ian's eyes also
heavy lidded.
Acceptance that getting fucked may be an embarrassing position, but felt
pretty good, a fact that he would never share with any other guy again,
though. He thought.
Three inches in and out. Soon Ian slow and then pulled his dick almost out
until the rim of the flare on his dickhead head was just pulling at the
inside of Jack's hole. Pulling and then releasing pressure back, moving
back inside ever so slightly. It was the rhythmic tugging that got Jack's
attention. Jack opened his eyes and looked into his cousin Ian's eyes. He
realized that at some point Ian had moved forward with his arms on either
side of Jack, his hips being the power behind the fuck thrusts into Jack's
behind, while Jack had unknowingly wrapped his legs around Ian. His hands,
however were gripping the sheets on the bed, but a new round of
embarrassment started for the boy.
Ian kept up the rhythmic tugging of Jack's anal muscle and it was driving
Jack crazy, creating a whole new itch for him. "Want me to stop, Jack?"
Jack just looked at Ian, not knowing whether to glare or to plead. He
didn't know what to say.
"Well?" Ian asked, still very slightly rocking his hips to tug on Jacks
hole.
"Dammit Ian, just do it." Jack couldn't describe the feeling. It was like
an itch, but not in any itchy sort of way. "Please just finish, and jack
me off too!"
Ian started back up, fucking with small twists of his hips, really getting
into it. He had leaned back a bit as well and was jerking his cousin's
incredibly leaky dick. For not really being able to cum, Jack was sure
leaking a whole lot of precum. Ian used it to slick up the cock and start
pumping, really working it with his hand. Jack was moaning louder and was
being told by Ian to shut up or someone might hear them.
Jack couldn't take anymore from the double-sided stimulation and his
orgasmic spasms began.
"Oh FUCK!!" He exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "OH, OH,
UUUNNNNNGHH. . . . . . FUCK, Ian. . . . . . . that . . . . . . .was
. . . . . . "
He couldn't finish; he had run completely out of breath. Ian as well was
breathing heavy as the sudden squeezing down of Jack's rectal cavity when
the boy hit his orgasm had pushed Ian over the edge as well. They lay there
panting until Jack could push Ian's hand off his dick and complete his
sentence:
" . . . . . fucking intense!!"
"Yeah . . ." was about all that Ian could pant out at this time.
"You already cum, too?"
"Well . . . uh . . . " Ian tried to answer, " . . . . kinda . . . . . . I
guess. . . . . . I mean . . . . . I did . . . . . . but . . . . . I
. . . . . probably didn't . . . . . .shoot nothin' . . . . ."
"Cool." Jack answered, his legs still somewhat wrapped behind Ian. "So
get the rest of your dick outta my butt."
Ian moved back a little and his rapidly deflating, and somewhat sore, dick
plopped out of Jack's now used and no longer virgin little boy ass. Jack's
little boy days were not long on the Earth as he was heading quickly into
puberty. He just never dreamed he would jumpstart his journey with a good
fuck in the butt. After all, he was a boy, right? He wasn't so sure at the
moment what he was, except possibly dirty and in need of a shower.
Both boys, actually, got another shower. And while Jack went in first, Ian
changed the sheets on Duncan's bed, kicking the dirty ones under the bed
and figuring he would deal with them later.
After their showers, neither boy looked much at each other, but both slept
together in Duncan's full size bed. And at Jack's repeated request, they
both went to bed - - - - naked.
Saturday, 29 April 1995 9:25 am
"Ian! Wake up!"
Ian opened his to see James shaking him awake. James, at almost 16, was the
oldest brother. Gerald was the next oldest boy up, and the oldest child of
all of them. But he was six years older and about to graduate college in a
few weeks, something Mr. and Mrs. Cormack were very proud of. This had left
James the last four years the feeling of being responsible for his
brothers, the good two (Duncan and Patrick) and the wayward-tending (Connor
and Ian).
"Ian, wake up. It's time for breakfast."
"Huh? It's Saturday James, why do we gotta get up?"
"It's almost 9:30 on Saturday, and besides we have guests."
"They're not guests. They're cousins."
"They're still guests, Ian. Now you two get up. Do you guys have any
clothes on under there?"
"Nope!" Ian was rarely shy, and almost always honest in his answers, like
most of the Cormacks..
It was easy to see they probably didn't have clothes on, though, as Ian's
morning woody was pushing up the sheet nice as you, please. Still, James
pulled up the sheet and looked at the two smooth, hairless, and unblemished
bodies underneath. Jack was still asleep and had his side pressed up
against Ian's body.
"Why don't you guys have clothes on?"
Ian shrugged. "I don't know. Jack did want to put any on, even after I
fucked him!"
"Ian! Watch your mouth! And you did not."
"Yeah, I did. Wanna look at him and see?"
James dropped the sheet back down. "No, I don't. How do you even know to
do that?"
"Just kinda came to me when we were fooling around."
James sighed and looked down again at the two bodies now covered by a
sheet. "You shouldn't be doing that, Ian. Well, I wouldn't tell anybody
else about this."
"I wont."
"Especially Connor and Geoff. And, well, anybody."
"OK, I wont."
James shook his head and left the two boys with a final admonishment to be
downstairs for breakfast in 5 minutes or so. Ian shook Jack awake, but left
out telling him about James.
"Hey, Ian," Jack started as he sat up facing Ian, causing the sheet to fall
down his back exposing both of them to the empty room and giving Ian an
unobstructed view of the front of his older body. There weren't too many
differences now between the two naked boys, but there soon would be.
"Don't tell my brothers about all this."
"OK."
"Or yours either."
"OK"
"Or anybody, really. I'm serious."
"I won't, Jack. You want to do anything before we go down for breakfast?"
Jack just shrugged his shoulders. Ian was always known for being able to
come up with the best ideas for play. And Jack was definitely in unknown
territory here. "Maybe we should just get ready for breakfast."
Ian agreed. He was tempted to try and get a blowjob out of Jack. But he let
that temptation pass and they headed on down to breakfast. Jack kept a
hard-on all the way down.
11:15 am
"Holy shit!!" whispered Jack to the open air. They were close enough for
Ian and Brianna to have heard him, but they were so engaged with each other
that they never heard Jack Lanham and Joey Vargas approach. The two boys
had decided to head out on some of the back trails of Indian Spring behind
the creek swimming area after Ian had gone off excitedly to meet Brianna
and left Jack with nothing to do but hang around a sick Duncan. Joey Vargas
had stopped by and the two boys decided to go exploring. They hadn't
thought that they would run into this.
What they saw was Brianna laying on a carpet of new grass in a small
clearing, naked with her legs spread and wrapped around the completely
naked body of Ian, whose rump was pumping away at what could only have been
her pussy. He was fucking her good. They were so hot and heavy into it that
they were moaning loudly into each other's mouths as their tongues wrestled
their part in a total body sexual oblivion. The two randy kids had been
building for weeks to this climax, a climax that would be sustained at
least twice a week or more for the next several years.
All of a sudden both kids jerked, having the blessing of orgasming at the
same exact time on this their first boy/girl rut in life. Joey and Jack
watched, groping their own dicks as they saw Brianna's legs jerk upward and
then down and her fingers close in tighter on Ian's squeezable
asscheeks. They saw Ian's hips changing speed and intensity as he pounded
the last few thrusts, knocking them both along the grass. The final coming
was intense and they both finally came up for air, breathing loudly as if
they had just surfaced from the bottom of the ocean:
"Oh god . . . . .Ian!! . . . . . that was incredible!!!!"
"Fuck, yeah . . . . . .it . . . . .was."
They continued in this fashion, still laying with Ian fully embedded,
taking turns between gasping and kissing, when Joey yanked on Jack's shirt
and nodded for him to come on. The boys receded to a safer part of the
woods to talk about it.
"Wow, did you see that?" Jack asked, "That was incredible!! I think my
brother Geoff has done it with some girls, but I never seen it!"
Joey nodded his assent, still playing unawares with his dick through his
shorts. He jumped and gasped, though, when without warning Jack's hand came
in and knocked his away. Jack was gripping and massaging Joey's dick
through the shorts and smiling the whole time, looking down at the slightly
younger boy's crotch.
"Joey, you're bigger than Ian."
"Uhh, I'm, uuuunngh, olderrrrrruuuhh, sto-sto-stahhhp."
Jack pulled his hand back. "Sorry, Joey, I was just playing around. Seeing
them made me hot."
"No, it's OK. I was just gonna cum in my pants, and I didn't want to do
that. Are you hard too?"
"Duhh," replied Jack with his smile now back to the ever-present playful
smile.
Joey reached and felt up Jack's dick and had Jack soon moaning. Jack just
stood there and let the boy pleasure him. At this point he didn't care
about cumming in his shorts; he didn't know how much he had left to shoot
anyway after last night with Ian.
"Hey Jack, did you do this to Ian last night?"
"Mmmmmhmmmm, mmmuunnngh, that feels good Joey, ohhhhhh yeahhh . . . . . we
did, unnngghh, cept we was naked. You wanna?"
"No, not out here." Joey said. "What else did you guys do?"
Jack was now leaning a bit forward into Joey and grinding into that working
hand. The pleasure and intimacy was stripping Jack of any resistance, even
if he was staying clothed. "I let him fuck me."
"No way!!!" Joey had pulled his hand off in surprise. "How??"
"Oh, uhh . . . " without the constant stimulation Jack was back to himself
and suddenly realized what he had said. "Well, um."
There was no taking it back now, and Joey was waiting.
"Promise you won't tell anybody Joey?"
"I promise."
"Uhh, well, see, Ian put, uh, put his dick in me. In my butt. Through my
butt hole."
"No way!" Joey's eyes got big, and Jack's dick got harder as he realized
that they were both getting off on this.
"Yeah. It was weird, and I felt real weird letting him, you know, like
letting any boy put his dick in me, but it felt cool when he was doing
it. He greased it up and pushed in through my butthole. Then he went in and
out like this until he came inside me." Jack held one hand up making a
circle and passed his forefinger in and out of it as an illustration of the
activity.
"Wow, did it hurt?" Joey had gone back to groping his own dick.
"Nahh." Jack smiled his mischievous smile again and stepped half a step
forward. He reached down and pulled Joey's hand off his cock and put it on
his own slightly older bulge. Joey immediately went to groping Jack's dick
and very soon found his groping hand warmly covered and stimulated by
Jack's hand. Joey's sweet mouth was parted, and he was starting to breath
heavy as he close his eyes and felt the hot breath of the other boy blow
into his own rhythmically and getting closer by the second.
"Dude!! What are you guys doing??"
Both boys jumped away from each other in alarm and looked wildly about,
immediately seeing Ian smiling a few feet away and Brianna behind him
giggling.
"Nothing!" Joey yelled.
"Yeah we weren't doing anything." Jack added.
"Sure isn't what it looked like from here," Ian said.
"Well we weren't doing anything more than you two were," Jack pointed
accusingly to Ian and Brianna. This didn't bother Ian any, but Brianna got
scared that she was seen.
"Ian, my mom and dad will kill me if they find out."
Ian calmly assessed the situation and said. "Don't worry Brianna, They
didn't see nothing and aren't going to tell nobody nothing either, and
neither did we. Right guys?"
"Uh, yeah, right."
"Sure, Ian. Didn't see anything. Didn't do anything either."
Brianna felt better about this, but she had to go. "Sorry, Ian, but I have
to go. My mom and dad said I could only go over to Jenny's for a little
while, and I still have to tell Jenny I was there."
"I'll see you tomorrow at church?" Ian said hopefully. Now that they had
gone all the way, his appetite for sex was just getting whetted.
"No, we aren't going. Mom and dad want a day off from our vacation. So we
all have to stay at home and just relax, which will probably mean
clean. I'll call you. Bye."
With a quick kiss she was gone, leaving the three boys in their various
states of sexual awakening and hunger feeling rather awkward around each
other.
"So, Joey, do you wanna spend the night tonight too?"
"No thanks, Ian. I have to uh, um, do something else. I'll see you later,
bye." With that Joey was off, not wanting to deal with it at the moment.
"So, Jack," Ian started, already feeling very horny again and getting hard.
"You ever tasted a girl's pussy?"
"Not yet, but I think it'd be totally awesome. I want to."
"Do you want to now?"
"Huh? How?"
"My dick's just been in Brianna's. You can taste her off me if you want."
Jack looked at Ian's crotch uncertainly, not believing that his cousin just
suggested that. "Nah, I pass."
Ian just shrugged and stepped up to Jack. He reached out and grabbed Jack
by the crotch and started massaging it. No doubt about it, Jack definitely
had a weakness. "You sure, Jack?"
"Ooohh, god, Ian, don't do that, uunnnhhh."
Unbelievably, Ian stopped. Jack was panting and bent over and rested his
hands on his knees to keep from cumming. He was beginning to resent Ian's
developing power over him, even if it did feel so good. Maybe even BECAUSE
it felt so good. He wasn't letting Ian getting the best of him. He was a
boy and an older one at that. He was going to take charge of this.
Ian meanwhile moved to Jack's side and slipped his hand across his cousin's
back and then over the shorts and his presented rump, just noticeably
pressing into the crack with his fingers. Jack straightened right up and
pulled away. This was going to stop.
"Sorry, Jack. I'll quit. You can sleep with Duncan tonight."
Jack then brightened. "You think Duncan wants to do stuff?"
Ian laughed. "Dude, Jack, anybody would want to fuck your ass! You feel
great! Hell, yeah Duncan would do you, except you might have to push him
into it."
Jack scowled and moved back a little more. "That's not what I meant."
"Cool Jack, I'm sorry. It's not what I meant either. I just meant you can
stay with Duncan tonight I'll leave you alone."
"Huh, you mean not do anything tonight?
"Unless you want to. I won't get to see Bree, so I'll be up for something."
Ian replied with a street urchin's grin.
Jack thought about this a second, staring at the ground. 'Ah, screw taking
charge' is what he finally thought. He looked up to Ian and said, "I just
. . . . . . I just don't . . . . . . . I just don't want you to do me like
a girl."
As much as his body was wanting the new, kinky, feel-good sensations, his
spirit of boyhood greatly resented the confession of his lust for being
used again.
"How do you want me to do it?"
Jack shrugged. What was he doing here? "I don't know, Ian. Maybe just like
. . . . . . I could . . . . bend over something. Like a chair or the couch
or something. And you can do me from behind."
"You want me to fuck you in the living room?" Ian had to laugh at this.
"It's not funny." Jack was kicking at the dirt. He didn't like this.
However, . . . . . . .
11:45 pm
12 hours later, Ian was slapping Jack upside the head:
"Shut up, Jack!! Quit moanin' so much. Everybody's gonna wake up!"
"I can't help it; my dick's rubbing on the arm of the couch every time you
push in,"
Jack was bent over the arm of the couch downstairs, his pants and underwear
bunched up on the floor around his ankles. Ian was caressing the outer
edges of the Jack's ass cheeks and just banging away at his hole, or rather
in his hole, for the second time that night. He gave the ass a light slap
every now and then, but Jack was too wrapped up in the feeling to get
pissed or embarrassed. Unlike the first time that night (out in the car
with Jack on all fours, constantly worried someone would come out and see
them), Ian managed to get Jack off as well, and at the same time, at that.
Just as Ian was pressing his groin into Jack's backside and thereby pushing
his cousin into the cushioning of the couch arm, rubbing his dick into one
last screaming orgasm for the boys, fortunately a silent screaming orgasm,
just a lot of heavy breath, couch grinding, and a good wistful "Oh FUck!!"
by Jack at the very end of it.
Afterward the two boys stayed in the same position, with Ian still
embedded, just as they did in the car earlier. They stayed that way for
some minutes before Ian whispered in Jack's ear: "I want to fuck you again
tomorrow morning before we go to church."
"What about Duncan?"
"We can do it when he takes a shower." Ian told him.
"I wish he was still sick, then we could do more stuff without him in the
room."
"I bet what you really wish," Ian whispered, right at Jack's ear, "was that
Duncan would sink his big pole right in your ass."
"No, I'm not like that." Jack straightened up and stood up, pushing Ian
back. It was actually what he secretly wished, but he was still trying to
fight those secret wishes. He bent down to pull up his pants and underwear,
and Ian again marveled at the luxury of that hole as it presented
itself. What a find this was. Ian was already thinking that he needed a
butthole closer at home to fuck. Not just for when he couldn't get to Bree,
but for a different bit of fun as well.
For the moment, Ian stroked the outer edge of the presented asshole and
said, "OK. But if you pull those up, I wont fuck it tomorrow, or use my
fingers later tonight."
Jack hesitated and then stood back up, leaving his pants and underwear
bunched around his feet. Just for this weekend he told himself. It was a
phase or a novelty or something. He would just forget about it once he got
it out of his system. But his dick was already raising again,
incredibly. After all the pent-up sexual urges today, it must really need
to play. He felt Ian move behind him, and he could feel Ian's hard dick
pressing into his left asscheek. That boy's dick never went down.
"Think you can go upstairs like that, Jack?"
"What if somebody sees us?"
With his back to Ian, Jack couldn't see the boy shrug, but he figured as
much that that was the response. Jack turned toward the stairs and began
waddling toward them. It was a lot harder than he thought going up them
with his feet restrained the way they were. He took a break about 2/3 of
the way at the landing, and the next ten minutes found the boy leaning over
across the mid-stairs landing moaning into the rug while Ian seriously
two-fingered the boy for about five minutes. Jack soon tired of this, but
before Ian allowed the poor boy to pull up his pants, he gave him another
good fuck, right there on the steps in the middle of the night. And this
one lasted a while.
Sunday, 30 April 1995 8:45 am
"Are you boys ready to go?" Mrs. Cormack was putting in her earrings and
getting ready to walk out the door. Ian and Jack were late coming down for
breakfast and were moving slowly. "Jack, precious, are you OK? Why are you
walking funny?"
"I'm OK, Aunt Liz. Just fell on the steps last night."
Several of the boys giggled, including Ian.
"I don't see what you boys think is so funny about falling on the stairs,
but wrap it up and get out to the car." And she stepped outside where
Mr. Cormack was waiting, wondering if they should squeeze in the van, or
take both cars.
Geoff slapped his little brother's ass on his way out the door behind
Connor, "Damn, Jack, how many times did you fall down the steps last
night?"
Geoff and his friend Colin laughed and James leaned to whisper to Ian that
it wasn't him that said anything; Jack just bit his lip before giving any
reply, and they all headed out for church. It was slow to dawn on Duncan
what they meant. He was still a little cloudy from both the sickness and
the medicines he was taking, but as he walked out to join everybody, his
eyes slowly slid down to Jack's nice boy ass showcased in his khaki pants,
and he figured it out.
Duncan's eyes grew big and he said to himself, 'No way!' as he shut the
door behind them. It was not long after this that Connor began regarding
Duncan's ass, as well. It took little Ian's coming of age to wake the
awareness of the possibilities of boy fun in his older brothers.
9:20 am
Before the services got underway, Ian had met up with Billy and Garrett and
introduced them to Jack. When Garrett went off to find Neil, who had come
with Garrett's family again (Garrett's family was just visiting these two
Sundays from a town south of the city), Billy leaned in and asked Ian if he
wanted to ditch services again and get a smoke.
"Yeah, sure. You mind if Jack comes?"
"Nah, that's cool. Let's go before Garrett comes back with Neil. Let's go
behind the rectory this time."
Jack used to get a laugh out of the word rectory. He didn't think it was so
funny this weekend, though. Ian, for his part, figured that the change in
places together with the presence of Jack meant there would be no repeat of
last week's events. So he figured he would be decent and not allude to them
either. Billy was probably still sensitive to the whole event, and to Ian's
abandoning him to the older boys.
Besides, Ian was pretty worn out from doing Jack in the shower this
morning, barely 15 minutes after bending him over the bed while Duncan was
in the shower. It was something that Jack, the second time, hadn't liked,
but he was too worried about others knowing that Ian was in there with him
that he didn't say anything. Ian had slipped in behind him so naturally, so
confidently, Jack had even questioned himself whether he really had a right
to say anything anymore. By the time he made his mind up against it, he
could already feel the slicked small hard dick easing into his hole. The
warm water from the shower was so relaxing that he just let it go and let
his cousin ride his ass to the finish.
"Earth to Jack!"
"Dude, why are you spacing out? Wanna a drag?" Billy was offering up the
cigarette to Jack. Jack snapped out of it and the three boys passed around
the cigarette for a few minutes, before Ian unbelievably started getting
horny again and decided to get the ball rolling.
"Hey Jack, Billy's the one that saw me and Bree make out the first time."
Jack already knew this and just nodded without showing interest. He was a
little worried where Ian might take things. He needed an end to this
visit. His thoughts were interrupted by Billy:
"First time? You guys done it again? Didn't she just get back yesterday?"
"I'm not going to talk about Bree like that, Billy." Ian said, a little
self-righteously.
"I saw him," Jack suddenly contributed, surprising even himself.
""What were they doing?" Billy asked, readjusting his dick in his dress
pants, right there in front of everybody.
"What you got in there, Billy?" Ian asked him joking.
"You know what I got. It should be in your mouth too. You still owe me."
"You sucked him off??" Jack asked, and Billy instantly went white, his
hand frozen in mid self-grope.
"Uhhh . . . ."
Ian laughed. "Billy, it's not like I'm the only guy you ever did. You
sucked off Garrett and Neil right after me, didn't you?"
Billy didn't answer. He was now turning a shade of red. Jack couldn't tell
if it was from embarrassment or anger - though knowing Ian was involved
then it was probably both. Anger at Ian and embarrassment in front of
Jack. At any rate, the boy's hand was still frozen on his crotch, and he
probably didn't even realize it. Jack decided to come to his aid:
"Did you see him do that, Ian? Or are you making this up?"
"Jack, you should know I don't have to make anything up." Ian punctuated
his remark by grabbing his own crotch. That shut Jack up. "I almost saw
it, but I left before it really got going."
"They made me both do it, Ian! Why did you leave?"
"Cause I didn't want them making me do it. They're your cousins."
"Just Garrett's my cousin. Neil was just visiting. I don't know why he came
back with Garrett again anyway. I don't even know why Garrett and his
stupid family had to come last week."
"I thought you liked Garrett."
"I did, until last week. Until you started all this!!" Billy wasn't really
angry with Ian, just more frustrated with how things turned out. "Ian, I
had to drink cum!! Some boy's sperm. Two boys. It was disgusting. And they
made me do it again when I got back home."
"Sorry, Billy." Ian was genuinely sorry that Billy didn't like what had
happened. But Ian hadn't thought that far in advance. It's hard to think
straight when a boy is sucking on your dick for the first time in your
life. "I thought you were into it, especially when you started the second
round on me."
"No I wasn't. I just thought we were taking turns trying it. I was just
being fair."
"Sorry." Ian said lamely again.
"You always think everybody is into doing only what you want, Ian." Jack
accused his cousin.
"You said last night you wanted it!" Ian retorted.
"Whoa. You guys did something, too? What did you do?"
Ian looked down at the ground. He wasn't such a bad kid. He was just
mischievous, and the newness of all this sex just got him flustered so that
he wasn't thinking about the others. Still, he didn't want to do what
either one of them did. Absolutely no interest and the thought of it didn't
even give him a semi. Still he defended his cousin. "We didn't do
anything, Billy."
"He fucked me," Jack blurted out. He gave a little laugh. "It feels better
finally being able to admit it."
"Whoa. No way." Billy was blown away.
"Ahh shit. I cant believe I did that. You aren't going to tell anybody are
you?" Jack asked Billy. Maybe it wasn't such a secret anymore, unless his
brother really didn't know, Jack would like to keep it that way, and then
go back to being a normal boy when he got home.
"I wont say anything. Just don't tell anybody I drunk down some jizz."
Billy gave an involuntary shiver and the boys laughed. They decided to have
another smoke before heading back into the church, with Billy generously
providing the second cigarette as well. During the smoke Billy kept trying
to ask Jack what getting fucked felt like. It was really out of curiosity
and didn't sound at all like he wanted to try it. And Jack was asking what
it felt like getting your dick sucked. Billy couldn't actually answer that
question as he had only been on the giving end. Finally Ian decided that he
could offer a solution to make all three happy, even if two wouldn't want
to admit it.
"Why don't you both try it?"
"Huh?" The other two boys said in unison.
"I said, you both obviously want to; you should both try it."
Both boys were wary and didn't answer.
"You might as well. Honestly, what would it hurt. No one will know."
"Hah!"
"Yeah, right!"
They had both been burned once by Ian's pronouncement that no-one would
know. But Ian was hopeful now.
"Look, if anybody was coming out here, they would have by now. We still
have 20 minutes at least before they stop, 30 before anybody makes it out
back here."
Still the boy's were cautious in trusting Ian.
"Come on guys, you know you're both curious what it feels like. If know one
ever knows, how great is that?"
Finally Billy ventured, "So how would we do this?"
After Ian gave his suggestion it was quickly rejected, but being Ian, he
soon wore down their resistance. And so a few minutes later Jack was
leaning up against the woodpile, running his hands through Billy's hair and
enjoying that already talented mouth and tongue. Billy was doing his best,
not out of relish, but from just being raised that if you are going to do a
job, do it right. He just wished he could get someone to give him a job. It
wasn't long before he felt the small squirt of boy juice in his mouth. The
warm liquid and the hands clenching his head told him that he had done a
good job. Jack knew now what it felt like. He had to get him a girl was all
he thought after that. For a while he was still drifting off into
pleasureland.
Meanwhile, Billy was about to find out the answers to his questions. What
had he been thinking to agree to this? Did he really want to know what it
felt like having a penis moving around in your butt? Well partly. At any
rate, he had a feeling that he was about to find out no matter what, in a
few seconds. While he was receiving the last few jerks of Jack's hips and
the boy's cock thrusting into his mouth, Billy felt Ian's hands easing the
pants off his hips. Those same warm hands then went up under his shirttails
and pulled down his boxers.
"Nice ass, Billy." He felt Ian's hand caressing it and involuntarily began
to get hard. "Real nice. Real fuckable."
It was at that point that Jack blew his small clear load into Billy's
mouth. The two things together made Billy go straight hard. He hoped Ian
wouldn't notice.
He noticed.
Ian reached between the barely spread legs and stroked the tight scrotum
before reaching further and grabbing a hold of the hard dick Billy had.
"Oh, yeah, you're really gonna like this, Billy."
"Just hurry up and do it, Ian.
Billy was wanting to hide his anxious excitement by pretending it was just
something that had to be done. But his sharp breath as soon as he felt the
finger caress his wrinkled anus got everyone's attention. "Oh shit," he
sighed out in a higher pitch.
"OK, hold on, first the finger." Ian greased up his finger and slowly
pushed it in.
Poor Billy was so charged and sensitive from doing this new and very
forbidden sexual thing out in the open where anyone could see, he just
didn't know if he could last. He certainly did not want to cum while Ian
was doing it, even though he would only have a squirt of clear stuff
too. He didn't want Ian to think he got off on this; but the fact that he
was excited was fairly clear from just his whispered running dialogue with
himself as he felt the finger going in: "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, don't
cum, don't - oooooohhh fuucccKK! . . .Oh . . Oh fuck, oh . . . .ahhhh
. . .ah man, shiiieet that's . . . .mmmmphh. . . "
Ian and Jack both were getting a kick out of it. Ian started finger fucking
Billy in earnest, and Billy was rocking into it. Poor Billy really should
have jerked off at some point over the last few days.
"You better hurry up and just do it, Ian." Jack said. He was standing back
with Ian now, wanting to see what it looked like, imagining that it was Ian
doing the same to him. He guessed Billy's ass looked about the same as his,
just a little younger (Billy was halfway between Ian and Jack in
age). Still, it did look pretty nice. Jack ran his hand over the soft
unblemished white bottom and started to get hard again.
While it had been neat enough to see Ian's finger moving in and out of the
stretched, and surprisingly clean, butthole, once the mushroomed head began
penetrating that ring of flesh and stretching it out more Jack was fully
entranced, and his dick was about to rip a new zipper in his pants He
watched as the hole swallowed the head of Ian's dick and began traveling
down the shaft. It was seamless except for the small difference in color,
and the dimpling in of the anal well as Ian's shaft continued farther in,
until the soft reddish white skin of his belly pressed against and into the
creamy white cheeks of Billy's no longer virgin ass.
During this whole time, Billy let out a slow continuous litany:
"Ooooohhfffffuuuucccckkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhyeeeeeeoooshhhhiitooooohhh
. . . . . ." It was coming out through partially gritted teeth and a
contorted mouth. His hands were death-gripping the logs on the woodpile and
his whole body was stretching, without moving, every muscle in a
simultaneous attempt to get away and at the same time push back on the
invading pole that was causing him so much fearful and pleasurable
consternation.
Ian grabbed hold of the hips and began fucking. "So that's how it feels,
Billy! You like it?"
Ian wanted to comment more on Billy's ass; this one was even better than
Jacks. Had a better 'feel' to it. It was hard to explain, though Ian
wasn't about to try, not with Jack right there. He also didn't want it to
get too weird for Billy in case the boy ever let him do this again.
Billy held on as long as he could, the feeling inside him was so intense
that if he didn't cum he would pass out. "AAAAAAGGHHH" And out it shot -
so hard that Jack could hear the loud splat of the clear liquid missile hit
the wood of the logpile. His asshole seize up and gripped Ian's hard dick
on an instroke that caused Ian to fall forward on the boy's back and start
to black out from his own orgasm.
Ian was so out of it that he didn't even register until later that Jack had
taken advantage of his exposed butt. The whole time Jack had been watching
Ian fucking Billy, he had also been watching Billy's expressions and
exclamations (and so wanting to plunge his very, very hard dick back in
that mouth, maybe even while Ian was fucking him. Jack had dipped his head
down from time to time to check out Billy's own rock solid dick. That one
looked so hard as to be painful.
Finally Jack looked farther back as Ian was fucking. He looked down the
creamy cheeks with the strawberry tinge and the delicious crack with it's
rusty shade of white. He could see that Ian's butt muscles were clenched
for a good pounding.
'That must be what it looked like when he was fucking me over the arm of
the sofa last night,' Jack thought. 'That would have been cool to see.'
That's when the two boys started cumming and collapsing, and that's when
Jack took his opportunity. He got behind Ian and felt up the warm and now
relaxed cheeks. In their relaxed state they were full and felt like firm
jello. He took a deep breath and slowly opened them up. He could hear Ian's
heavy breathing but could barely even feel his own. Jack kept pulling apart
the cheeks feeling his heart pounding until the shadow began to part and
reveal a valley within.
He had seen this already once, but not with his cousin in such a submissive
position. Jack let go and stood up. He rapidly unzipped his pants and
awkwardly pulled out a raging hardon. He pushed the hardon down and into
the crack to where he could just feel the light puckered skin press against
the hole of his dick. He had just flattened the head of his dick into the
well of the pucker, when Ian came back to his full senses. "Hey, what are
you doing?"
The crack was slippery with sweat; his own precum could lube at least inch
for him. All Jack had to do was push. But he lost his nerve and instead
pulled back. "Nothing Ian, I was just looking."
Jack hastily replaced his dick in its zipper when the boys heard clapping.
"Nice. Very nice. We were wondering what all the moans were. Too bad the
little kids are coming or we could all have some fun, maybe finish what
your cousin don't have the guts to do."
"Huh?" Ian and Billy said at the same time. They weren't sure who Neil was
talking to, much less what he meant. Billy was dazed he stood there with
clear strands of his fluid still dangling from his dick, before the strand
broke and plopped on to his bunched dress pants.
"You better pull up your pants," Garrett said to his cousin. "There's some
kids coming."
"Shit," said Neil. "Now I wanna fuck one of them."
"Not Billy," Garrett said. For some reason he felt like he should stand up
for his cousin.
"Why not?" asked Neill. "He was obviously into it."
"You don't know that," Garrett countered as Billy reddened. Billy realized
that Ian had done it to him again. Gotten him caught.
"Yeah, right. As if," Neil boldly responded. As if he was deaf and
blind. That boy was totally into it. He'd work on Garrett later and
together they could both do Billy. But for now, in a real country accent:
"Fine, Garrett, keep that pussy for yourself. I'll just fuck one or both of
those other two."
Neil was 12 1/2 and the oldest of the five boys there. He was more of a
talker than anything else. He liked throwing out a 'pussy' here, a 'fuck'
there, and an occasional 'fag'. But it was mostly words still, though he
was beginning to develop the persona and attitude that came from constantly
using them on purpose. He liked to pretend he was experienced, even though
Billy was his first shot at getting some action. Even then he still tried
to act like he was all that and on top, but the reality of what he was
doing still scared him a little. It's always scary to grow up, especially
alone which is how Neil was doing it sexually. Instead of enjoying it
together with someone, he was too busy acting like he already knew what he
was doing.
So Neil's statement didn't make Ian nervous, since Ian had already figured
out that Neil's façade was pretty thin (it was a trait of all the
Cormacks, they always found it easy to see through people to their true
selves). Jack wasn't concerned because very little concerning people
outside the family unnerved a Lanham. It was only with Ian that he had
somehow lost his backbone, and simply got boned in his backside. So neither
boy felt the least bit threatened or even insulted by Neil; they just
ignored him, actually.
Except . . . .
Jack couldn't help but glance over at Neil. He was a cute boy (it's not
what Jack was thinking, but you certainly would seeing - cute in a
developing street ruffian sort of way). Jack's eyes wandered down to Neil's
crotch. The boy was wearing jeans to church; obviously wasn't a regular
catholic, but then jeans are great for stirring the imagination in
wondering what a boy has hidden there. That's exactly what was happening to
Jack right now. He saw Neil adjust himself just as some other kids came
running up to see what the 'older' boys were playing at. Jack's wheels
started spinning. He imagined that he had seen some heft to that penis. It
was probably blood engorged just laying there off to the side, waiting to
be taken the rest of the way. He wondered if it was bigger than his own,
wondered what it would feel like. He surprised himself by even wondering
about how that extra size and width would feel opening him up even more
than Ian's dick had stretched him.
Fortunate Neil and Ian both were distracted, talking to other kids that had
come back there after church services were over. They didn't see what
Jack's attention was doing. But two others did. One of them was a 12 year
old, probably a month or two older than Neil. Owen Gallant was a
straw-haired oldest child of a large, very catholic family that lived about
five miles southeast of Coolspring, on the East side of the city. Owen was
quiet and observant, and at this point he was observing Jack watching
Neil's crotch. He was also observing the reaction in Jack's pants.
The other boy who noticed where Jack's attention was going and what it was
doing to his pants was Billy. Billy was a bit taken aback at this
though. It's true that at the time getting diddled by dick was something
really strange and wonderful, but that was definitely at the time. After it
was over and he had cum, he was embarrassed by what he had done and was
really just wanting to get away and go home. So he didn't understand Jack's
continuing interest in the boys around him, especially in Neil. Why Neil?
Neil was a lout. Neil was a caveman in the making. Caveboy.
Despite this line of thinking, Billy sidled up to Jack and asked him
direct, but quietly: "Did you like what Ian did when he did that to you?"
Jack shrugged, not wanting to admit anything. "I don't know. Maybe. You
did."
"Maybe," Billy responded a bit defensively. "But I'm not like that."
Jack gave a small laugh. "Well, neither am I."
"So how come you keep looking at Neil?"
"I'm . . . " Jack was about to say 'I'm not!', but honestly what was the
point? So he just shrugged.
"Do you want Neil to do what Ian did?"
Jack sighed and admitted that he didn't know. "What's his dick like?"
"Dude, gross. How should I know?"
"Come on, Billy.. Just tell me."
Billy looked at the other boy a minute thinking; he then took a deep breath
and slowly let it out. "Well . . . . it's bigger than Ian's. It . . . .uh
. . . . kinda . . .filled my mouth like twice as much, it felt." Billy
blushed at this point but kept going while Jack continued watching Neil and
grabbing his crotch. "It's, um, wider and longer, and, uh, feels, uh,
heavier, you know. Plus he has hair already, like a square of it right
above his dick. So you know, he cums. Like real cum. Felt like a lot too."
Jack looked at Billy when he said this.
"What? I had to swallow it, remember?" Then he grumbled, "Three times."
"Is he rough?"
"A little. You really want him to do that? Back there?"
"Maybe just once. I don't ever have to see him again. He doesn't know
anybody where I live. No one would ever know."
Billy looked at him like he was crazy.
"Just to try." Jack insisted. "You did."
"Not with Neil, though! I would never let him do that to me. Besides, once
a guy puts real cum in you . . . . . . . .I dont know; it's a little
different, especially if he can put it up in your butt."
"Yeah. But I wonder what it feels like."
"Probably hurts. He's already got some hair under his arms, you know. And
big balls. You can see'em from behind - just like an older guy, like a
teenager."
By this point Neil had caught Jack's eye. Jack didn't turn away, but just
looked Neil in the eye. Neil smirked and then called Garrett over. He
whispered something in Garrett's ear. In response, Jack saw Garrett turn
around and start pointing out to a section of the woods behind the
church. The same area actually where he and Billy had spied on Ian and
Brianna a couple of weeks before. Garrett said something else to Neil and
Neil just nodded an OK to his friend. Neil then turned toward Jack and
jerked his head toward the woods, indicating for him to follow, and the two
older boys left for the woods.
"Patrick," Jack called out.
"Yes?" "What?" Two voices replied.
"Go tell Aunt Liz that me and Ian want to hang out for about another 15 or
20 minutes if we can. But don't come back unless the answer's a no, and
then just yell my name. Got it??"
"Yeah, OK, Jack." It was just Jack's Patrick that responded this time, but
both Patricks took off for the front of the church. Ian, however, followed
Jack and Billy out to the woods, trailed by Owen who told the other smaller
kids to stay put. Surprisingly, they all listened. Being the oldest of many
siblings, Owen had a well developed sense of quiet authority.
The boys assembled in the small clearing in the woods. Jack didn't want all
these people around. "Dude, Billy, Garrett, Ian, get lost."
Billy and Garrett knew where they were going - the same place nearby from
which they had spied on Ian and Brianna. So the sloughed off, only to go by
a different way.. Ian, as well pretended to leave, though he had every
intention of sneaking back in when Jack had his back turned. He had already
guessed at this point that that was exactly what Jack intended to do - turn
his back to Neil. He would make a very bright spot in Neil's short life so
far while at the same time getting to sample a surrogate Duncan.
Neil wasn't even waiting for everyone to leave. He had already unbuttoned
his dress shirt and was taking off his shoes and socks. While he was
slipping down his pants he told Jack to get completely naked.
"All the way?"
"Yeah, dude, fuckin completely naked."
"Who are you?" Jack finally asked Owen while he was unbuttoning his shirt.
"My name's Owen. I'm gonna watch."
"No you aren't."
"I can go get your little brother." Ian was surprised at overhearing
this. Owen always seemed so complacent in life before. Here he was wheeling
and dealing - well relatively abnormal, he thought, for his normal
behavior.
"Fine. Watch then. Better not tell anybody though."
"I won't."
Jack was down to his unbuttoned dress shirt, under shirt, and boxers in no
time. Soon enough he was pulling off his boxers and slipping off the dress
shirt. Now in just a T-shirt he was matching his soon to be fucker. Both
even had hard-ons lifting up the front hem of their undershirts. The
difference being that Billy was right. Those were some sizable nuts under
that massive dick. Well massive relative to anything that had been up
Jack's butt so far.
"Are you a virgin?" Neil asked Jack.
"Huh?"
"You know, had your cherry popped?"
"Huh?"
Neil explained in an exasperated voice: "You been fucked yet, dummy?"
"Oh. Um. . . . . . . Yeah, I guess."
"You don't know?"
"Well . . . . yeah I have. By Ian. A few times this weekend."
"Fuck! You really want it. I just wish I was getting first crack at your
pussy! Get it? First crack?" Neil laughed at his own bad joke. Jack
grimaced but looked on the ground. Was it worth all this to see what its
like? Damn Ian for starting all this. "Seriously, though, take off that
shirt and bend over and grab hold of that stump."
Billy and Garrett watching from the bushes were amazed when they saw Jack
simply do what he was told.
"Wait, hold it." It was Ian back again and holding the tube of lotion that
he had used on both Jack and Billy. "Use this."
"Why?" Neil was momentarily flustered. He was supposed to be the top dog
who knew what he was doing and here was this kid two years younger than him
who actually knew what he was doing. He considered telling Ian to beat or
he would be next, but on better thought he decided this might be a one-time
chance, and he better get it all done right this time. So instead he just
said, "Never mind. What am I supposed to do?"
It was a drop in the façade that few got to see nowadays, but Neil
listened and nodded while Ian told him what to do, ". . . . . . and that's
about it, except you probably don't have to finger it into him none cause I
just did him this morning, and he's probably used to it by now. Well," and
here Ian stopped and looked down at the larger hard-on swaying in
anticipation off the growing bush of 12 1/2 year old Neil. It was easily
bigger than Duncan's, but not as big as Connor's. Somewhere in between. "I
guess he's gonna be getting used to a whole new kind of stretched open."
"Damn straight!" Neil said as rubbed a very liberal portion of lotion onto
his dick. "Ahhh, this feels good."
"Not as good as his butt's gonna feel. Trust me, it's nice inside his
ass. Feels incredible going through his hole, especially when it just
starts to stretch open and go around your dickhead and down the first part
of your dick."
"Oh fuck yeah. This is gonna be great!!"
Jack was becoming more and more nervous and unsure of this as Ian's and
Neil's comments went on. Then he heard Ian say:
"Just use his T-shirt to wipe your hands on."
Jack was about to say something about that, but he really wasn't in a
position to complain. So he kept his mouth shut and waited in a very
nervous anticipation.
"OK," Neil said after wiping off the excess lotion from his hands and
tossing Jack's shirt to the ground. "I'm ready to go."
"Line'em up. Enjoy the ride!" Ian said, then he added, after slapping
Jack's exposed ass, "You too, Jack!!"
Neil looked down at the nice plumped ass before him. He had never actually
looked at a boy's butt before (he had, but not that he ever admitted to
himself), but he had to say that he liked what he saw. His dick got even
harder, if that was possible; it at least felt like it, and it looked as
though it were raising up a bit more. This view could be addicting he
realized. A nice smooth boys ass, the boy bent over at the waist just for
him, legs spread about 2 feet at the base, a shadowed crack - open just
enough the reveal the temptation within and the glimpse of what seemed to
be a darker well of invitation. All right there being offered to him. It
stirred his loins and his ego. What could be better than that?
Neil stepped forward and put his hands on the young ass. Even the feel of
boyass was intoxicating and addictive. Neil spent a few moments just
running his hands over Jack's backside, squeezing the cheeks and parting
them for peeks in between where rested the darker hole, rimmed with a bit
of redness where it had been broken in over the weekend. Neil had no
problem making this a bit more red. He could see the hairless balls resting
below, in a lightly loose but already crinkling scrotum.
"This going to be the first real load of sperm up your ass?"
"Uh, yeah." Jack faltered, having to reflect on the fact that Ian hadn't
actually shot sperm into him before. This was something he hadn't quite
figured on. Would that make him gay? Would he be like a girl now? Would it
give Neil some kind of special rights to his ass, even though he may never
see him again (he hoped)? What would it feel like?
While Jack was thinking all these things, he felt the cool lotioned head
press into his anal well and start to apply pressure. Jack had to think
fast if he was going to get out of this. The funny thing was, his body
wasn't moving. He wasn't fighting the older boy strongly gripping his hips
and upper buttocks, and he wasn't moving from his bent-over subservient
position. In fact, although he wasn't pushing against the invader, his hole
was starting to open all on its own.
"Oh YEAH," Neil exclaimed as he felt the give, "This is feeling good
already."
"YYYOOOOOOWWWWW!!!" Jack yelled out, practically screamed as he felt his
anal ring suddenly stretch out and swoop over the widest point of Neil's
larger dickhead. The stretch triggered an instant searing pain that went
through pain receptors he didn't even know he had.
"Shut the fuck up!! You want everybody come see you getting a dick stuffed
up your ass?" Neil sure didn't want anybody seeing this.
"NOO," Jack almost sobbed out.
"Then quit screaming, pussy. You're getting fucked, and yelling aint going
to change that."
"No, I changed my mind!"
"Hell no. You're my pussy. And you're going to be fucked good, so deal with
it. You got it?"
Jack was about to protest some more but Neil shoved in the rest of his head
to make his point, "I said, you got it?"
"YEEESSS!! Oww, Oww, oww, don't do that, please . . . "
"You keep screaming and Owen's going to stuff your mouth with his dick."
"NO! NO! Not that, I'll quit. I'll quit."
"Hey, take it easy, Neil." Ian was beginning to think they had just let
the devil have his way with a young boy's hole. Even Ian's resolve was
shaken a bit. He looked over at Owen and saw that Owen probably didn't even
hear his name used in reference. The boy was bug-eyed with just seeing the
thick dick embedded in another boy's ass. How could anything in life ever
have prepared him for that? Ian's cool came back and he once again saw that
it was simply Neil's façade at work. The boy seemed to really need that
tough image.
Ian reached out and grabbed Neil's arm, "Cool it and do it right."
"Leave off and beat it." Neil shook off Ian's arm. Now that he was
penetrating somebody with his dick, he felt an incredible surge of
confidence and power.
"If he don't like it, I'm going to send Billy to get my brothers. Then
you'll be the one bending over."
"They'll stuff you both sides, too. And they'll do that just for a cousin."
Billy said stepping out from his hiding place. "Hate to see what they
would do to you if you messed with Ian."
Neil was looking worried, but the tight stimulation on his dick kept him
from losing too much drive. "All right, all right. If he likes it, I can
fuck him however I want?"
"Sure."
"Hey, it's my butt. I want to stop."
Ian grabbed one of Jack's asscheeks and began to massage it. "Cool it
Jack, just give yourself a few minutes to get used to it. Remember you
didnt like my two fingers fucking you at first and then later you were
practically begging me to do it."
"Was not," Jack said very quietly. He turned red and just looked at the
ground. What happened to his manhood, he wanted to know.
Neil just laughed, "Fuck yeah! I knew his pussy was wantin' a dick real
bad. I can wait a few before doin' it more."
"Why don't you just drop the stupid attitude and just enjoy fucking him?"
Ian was a pragmatist, no matter how strange his question would have sounded
to passerbys, or even to those other boys standing there, who still
couldn't believe that somebody like Jack would let somebody like Neil
Stagner do something like this.
Neil relaxed and looked a little more just like an everyday 12 year old,
but it was just a calm in a storm. Still the feelings he was about to
experience, running the entire length of his dick would probably override
any conscious effort to be 'bad'.
"Yeah, OK. I'll just fuck him." Neil responded and looked down where the
curves of Jack's ass began to hide his partially embedded hard dick.
"Shit, that's fuckin hot to see."
"That cool, Jack?" Ian asked.
"Yeah," he said, again very softly and still very embarrassed. He wished he
had the ability of Ian and his brothers to go through practically anything
without getting embarrassed. It was around them, in fact, years ago that he
finally learned how to go completely naked around other kids, and sometimes
adults, without being embarrassed. Maybe in retrospect that wasn't such a
good thing. Right now his only dilemma was what to do when Neil started the
rest of the way in.
"Unnngggmmpphh." Apparently that's what he was going to do, he groaned as
Neil started up again and he felt the rest of the 4 1/2 or 5 inches slide
in smoothly and all in one slow push. The bigger head was like a plunger in
his rectum. And just like one, he suddenly felt it sucking his insides out
as the head began backing up.
"Tttsssssssssss..." Jack began sucking air between his cheeks on the
withdrawal of about three inches and then suddenly began blowing air out
with puffed cheeks as Neil stopped and with hardly a pause began pushing it
all back in. "Nnnnnggghhhhhwwwuuuuuuuuuuu,"
This kept up a while with Ian watching close up and adding extra lotion to
Neil's dick as it slid out. The in-and-out stayed about 3 inches of dick
running through the smooth 11 1/2 year old ass, although the speed
gradually increased. The sounds from Jack's mouth were also becoming less
like Lamaze and more like Neil's quiet ones. Ian could see Neil's eyes
start to roll back in his head, but not before he yelled out, "I love your
fuckin sound effects, Jack! You gotta do that every time."
"O-ungh-O-OK." Jack huffed out without really thinking much about what he
was agreeing too. All his brain signals were telling him was this was worth
the pain of entry and the warming up his hole apparently needed from the
bigger dick. It was sending all kinds of whacked-happy signals up along his
anal canal, through his intestines, down his dick, up to his brain....
"So damn fucking tight!!!" Neil exclaimed. This was just before he began
slipping into the semi-consciousness that comes toward the end of
incredible fucks, especially first ones.
Owen stayed where he was bug-eyed, though Ian was sure to leave room for
him to see well what was going on. Billy Lawson and his cousin Garret,
however, had come around to the other side for the close-up show. Every one
of the boys was in awe, and Billy was feeling the aftersense of Ian's dick
having stretched his own recently virgin hole. He was feeling this as he
was watching what Neil was doing to this other boy about his age. 'Is where
I'm about to end up?' Billy was thinking. He knew Neil's tenacity, as well
as the secret of what he wouldn't want anyone else to know. How much was
inevitable in his near future, and had he already sub-consciously accepted
it?
While these thoughts were flowing through Billy's mind, and while Owen's
hand slowly began its journey downward to absent-mindedly grope his dick,
and Garrett's mind was just blown, Neil hunched forward and only withdrew
an inch and a half on the next pull and then suddenly rammed hard into
Jack's ass. Jack's ass quivered like shocked jello as both boys groaned out
the same simultaneous: "Aahhhhnnngghhhhah!!!"
Then began a rapid series of hard thrusts where Neil consecutively groaned
out as he bottomed each slam, drowning Jack's own orgasm advertisement:
"Ahhnngghh . . . . . . . . . . Ahhnngghh . . . . . . . . . . Ahhnngghh
. . . . . Ahhnngghh . . . . . Ahhnngghh . . . . . Ahhhhhhh FUCK!!
. .NNNNNGgghh!!!!!"
Neil tried not to collapse and held himself partially upright by keeping as
strong a grasp as he could on Jack's back. Both boys were gasping for their
breath after this. Jack winced as his muscles eventually expelled Neil's
softening cock. What had been making him feel so hot for the last minute or
two was now calling attention again to his sore stretched asshole. He
breathed in sharply as the head plopped out and let out a sigh immediately
after.
Neil finally started regaining his breath and pushed himself more upright.
"Holy shit . . . . . .oh man . . . . .I think he fucking came!"
Ian and Billy both bent down and looked at Jack's softening dick. Sure
enough it was leaking out the last strands of his expelled viscous clear
cum. Jack was all red from his exertion and shame in pleasure. He couldn't
go any redder from embarrassment as they looked, so he just kept his eyes
on the ground and tried to collect himself. He felt Neil's hand carress the
right cheek of his recently pounded bottom, but he couldn't make out what
the boy was saying because of the hot drumming of his own blood in his
ears.
Neil pulled his hand reluctantly off the naked ass of the boy still bent
over in front of him and smiled at Billy, who was still standing close
by. Garrett walked around Billy to the front of Jack. Neil was still
standing there with his cock and balls still obscenely exposed and running
his fingers through his dark young boy bush at the base of his deflated
dick. His pompous approach to this whole new 'opening' in life was coming
back into his personality. He pulled his fingers out of his sweat moistened
hairs and brought them up to smell them. He sniffed them tentatively and
looked over smiling at Billy who had looked up. Neil reached the same hand
over and grabbed hold of Billy's nearest asscheek and squeezed it through
the boy's khakis.
"You gonna let me have some of this now, Billy?"
Billy slapped his hand away. "No way, Neil. Get your hand off me."
Neil laughed and began doing up his pants and underwear. "You were giving
it out already Billy, earlier."
Billy didn't want to answer and turned to see what Garrett what was
doing. Garrett was leaning over whispering in Jack's ears. Jack was still
bent over and keeping a firm grabhold of the low tree branch in front of
him. He gave a deep sigh and hung his head. Garrett put his hand on Jack's
back and whispered again to him, like he was pleading a case, but his
expression was more of confidence than unsureness. Jack just nodded his
head in resignation, and Garrett stood up with a cocky smile on his
face. He looked over at Billy and cocked his eyebrows with a grin while he
reached down and unzipped his church pants and stepped straight in front of
Jack.
Billy's jaw dropped in shock at what he was seeing. What was this boy going
to do to Garrett? And so willingly? He was so engrossed in watching Garrett
hall out his hardening dick, he didn't at first notice Neil's hand once
again grab his butt. He then felt the older hand squeeze his ass, right in
his crack, just over where his recently opened hole was. He thought about
knocking it away, but instead just left it alone, himself hardening up as
he watched his cousin Garrett present his dick to Jack's mouth and ease the
head right on through the pursing lips. Garrett ran his hands into Jack's
hair and began to push right through with his shaft. Billy watched it
smoothly slide in and disappear and didn't object when Neil, now with his
pants pulled up and everything put away, stepped behind him, moving his
hands to Billy's hard cock and began to grind his newly awakening crotch
into Billy's backside. Their clothes didn't diminish what their
imaginations could supply in the definition of cock and crack available to
one another.
Jack had begun moving to his knees to concentrate on giving the blowjob
that he was now committed to giving. Ian interrupted this downward motion
by putting his hand under Jack's waist and pulling him back up to his
standing, but bent-over, position. Jack did as the hand directed him,
without really thinking about it. He was less comfortable in this position,
but his attention was so much directed toward swirling the spongy dickhead
slowly plunging his mouth and trying to accommodate that thickened shaft
that followed that he didn't notice anything that Ian might be trying to
do. The dick he was trying to slurp on and not be afraid of choking on was
definitely bigger than Ian's, and he was less in control than he had been
with Ian.
Jack was also noticing, with the remaining bit of his mind that could
register anything else, that his ass was definitely a little sore, but was
oddly enough also feeling a bit empty. He remembered the shock to his
rectal walls as he hit the onset of his own orgasm earlier and felt the
gush of a warm liquid hit him deep inside just a split second after he felt
the hard pressure slam his buttbone, signaling the maximum depth of Neil's
dick deep inside him. A second gush followed another intense slam as did a
third. The warm wet feeling of a liquid pulsation new to his deeper rectum
pushed him farther to an orgasm than ever before. He had cum hard and felt
the deep injection remain behind even as the monster that stretched him
open pulled away and finally out. There had been something else, too -
something lower down in his ass, just a couple inches in from his hole that
had been rubbed at first by the dickhead and trigger a sort of jump inside
him. But now what he felt was a slow movement of what he knew to be Neil's
more mature cum deposit inside him to be making it's way down his rectal
channel to his still slightly spasming gateway. He new it was going to run
out, or maybe be forced out. The fear of this created a feeling mixed with
the strange sensation that maybe something was still supposed to be pushed
back up there. This is what happened when you screwed with the natural
order and let things travel in and up where before they had only gone down
and out before.
Jack's concentration therefore didn't take in what Ian's attention had. Ian
looked over and saw that Owen at some point had moved closer, about arm's
length away from him now, but was still looking agape at the recently
offered and used ass still presented there, open and available. That's not
what Owen was thinking, his hand still absent-mindedly groping his crotch,
but it is what Ian was thinking. Ian watched Owen squeezing his hard dick
through his pants, seemingly without realizing what he was doing. He
watched the boy, older than even Neil by a month or so, squeezing and not
quite believing what he had seen. Ian reached over and knocked Owen's hand
away. He got the boy's attention by this motion and even more so when Ian
began squeezing Owen's dick for him.
Owen stared down unbelievingly at his crotch. The feelings were incredible
as he watched the boy's hand play with hardon - twice as intense as when he
ever played with it himself. He could hardly believe the overwhelming
pleasure running through him. He tried to talk; he was a good catholic.
"No . . .uhnh . . . . this . . . is . . . wrong."
"Don't feel good?" Ian asked innocently, even while he shamelessly
manipulated the boy's pleasure zone along his hard member.
Owen knew it was wrong, even when he did this to himself at home, in his
bed at night when his brother was asleep, in the shower . . . but he was
still a boy, almost 13 and full of hormones. Even nowadays as he thought
more and more about the girls he saw, about what they might look like
naked, even despite his guilt, he couldn't keep from rubbing his
dick. Still, though, it was wrong. Everything he had just seen was wrong,
and what this boy was doing to him was wrong. He tried to protest more, but
he couldn't take his eyes off his own crotch, off that boy's hand squeezing
him. "It's wr-wron. . . ."
"Sure it is," Ian said as Owen's voice trailed off. Ian smiled and kept it
up.
Owen nodded slowly, and just as slowly shut his eyes, keeping his hands
frozen off to his side. They were unwilling to stop Ian's hand. That held
off, and the feelings took over Owen. He went along with them, riding the
wave of euphoria coming from that still mysterious and forbidden length of
flesh that could grow hard, shooting out of the boy's recent soft growth of
hair down there. He then felt a release of his dick and a tug forward.
Owen opened his eyes to see Ian's hand take a hold of the fly and pull Owen
closer to Jack's still presented backside. He shuffled forward as the hand
pulled him. He couldn't take his eyes off it as it pulled him forward and
up to the beautiful and exciting smooth ass. Owen's attention was then
diverted to the delicious rumps parted slightly there when he realized
suddenly that Ian was now tugging down his zipper. "What are you . . . "
But Owen was too weak to finish his sentences right now. Ian popped open
the button on the dress pants to reveal the catholic whitey tighties
underneath.
"No, Ian, it's not . . . "
Ian stepped up and put his other hand into the front of the briefs and down
so that his fingers were running through Owen's nest of developing pubic
hair. He reached further and grabbed hold of the thick hardon off to the
right. Owen breathed in sharply, cutting off his next protest.
"Wow," Ian exclaimed. "You feel thicker than Neil looked."
Ian then pulled down the boys briefs in front with one hand and in back
with the other. He then pushed on Owen's ass propelling him forward to the
other naked ass waiting to be filled. Owen watched his swollen dickhead
approach the used but still tight pucker.
"You probably won't need nothing on your dick, Owen. There's still stuff
around his asshole, and Neil musta shot a whole load of cum up there that
will slick it all up."
At this point Owen wasn't even listening anymore. He just watched as the
eye of his dick lined up with the very small hole in the midst of the
wrinkled eye of Jack's ass. As it touched and pressed in a little, nature
took over. Owen's hormones and the all-boy nature that flowed through
overrode religious or other concerns and he immediately reached forward and
grabbed Jack's hips and began pulling the boy on to his hard pulsing dick.
Jack's eyes went wide. At this point he was staring down the last half inch
of Garrett's dick, his nose already tickled by the few hairs wildly growing
at the root, already inhaling the boy's odor that unmistakably identified
his maturity, as well as what would be coming down the pike when his dick
started pumping it's manhood. Right when Jack was working getting that last
bit into his throat, he felt his hole expanding again. He wasn't sure he
was ready for this, but he just as quickly realized that he had no choice
in it. Giving up on trying to fight allowed him to relax. He just gave in.
He gave in, and the last bit of dick pushed past his lips so that his upper
lip was flush with the pubic front of Garrett and his lower lip was pushed
into the soft givable scrotum of the boy, the scrotum that held the boy
juice that Garrett could now so easily shoot straight down his throat. He
would be drinking that boy's cum, no doubt about it. And, unlike Ian's,
this cum was sperm ready; it was going to make something more than a boy
out of him, just as Neil did to his ass. He felt the knob of Garrett's dick
tickling and teasing the inside of the entrance to his throat as he felt
the wider dick of Owen start to slide in and open him up a bit further. The
feelings of stretch alone told him who this probably was pushing in to get
set to fuck him. But in case there was any doubt, Ian leaned down and
whispered in his ear: "That's Owen pushin' his dick in you. He's about to
fuck you. Should be even better than Neil's fucking you."
Jack closed his eyes. The last thing he wanted was a vocal affirmation from
the younger boy that took his anal and oral virginity to start with. He
didn't need to have this made even more real. Jack just concentrated on
staying with the last half inch or so of Garrett's dick as much as he could
and use his body to absorb the motion caused by Owen's gyrations which were
now moving nearly the whole length of the early adolescent dick in and out
of his naked creamy ass. To everyone else, it just looked as though Jack
was working Owen's dick as much as Owen was working his hole.
While Owen was lost in the warm glove of Jack's rectum, Garrett was
building to the inevitable climax, spurred on by the thought that he was
about to shoot sperm down the throat of yet another good looking
boy. Jack's hair wasn't as soft as Billy's, and it was starting to get
matted by sweat in places, but Garrett gave a few huffs and dug his fingers
in deeper in the thick black hair, got a firm hold of Jack's skull and
yelped out: "Oh god! Coming!! Ahhh!! Yeah! Swallow it! Swallow it all!! Oh
. . .Fuck! . . . . Right in your mouth . . . .Fuck! All . . . . down your
throat . . . . . Ohhhhhhhh."
Garrett moaned out the last part and held Jack's head suffocatingly fast to
his crotch, his now deflating dick still being milked the last of his
offerings by Jack's throat muscles, tongue and cheek. "Ohhh, fuck
man. That was awesome. Better than Billy. Sorry Billy, it's just that it
didn't feel as weird shootin' cum in his mouth. . . . . Damn, that was
awesome." Billy's only response was to pull away from Neil; he was feeling
increasingly awkward around these boys. He didn't like this anymore.
All the while Jack could feel Owen building up to yet another release in
his ass. Sure enough, while Jack was still beginning to fight the hold on
his head and pull himself off Garrett's older dick, he felt Owen scrunch up
on his ass and give a few rapid humps, grunting and breathing in and out
sharply - like he was in pain or something.
"Go Owen!" Garrett called out. "Fuck him! Fill him up!!"
"Yeah, Owen," Neil joined with his friend, "put some more cum up that
pussy."
Jack heard this even through his struggles. As much as he liked some of the
feelings, as much as he asked for this by his own randy curiosity, he was
starting to get pissed with Neil's attitude and constantly referring to him
like he was some girl just meant to service them. But first he had to ride
out the waves of orgasm coming from Owen's body and rolling into his
own. Once again he felt the hot gush of semen and sperm into the glove of
rectal wall surrounding the invading cock. It was strangely an exhilarating
feeling, and possibly a dangerous one - he could sense how even he might do
all this again just to feel the lifeforce run into him like that.
Soon enough Owen was depleted, and with no ceremony Jack was suddenly
released at both ends, feeling the weird evacuation of two dicks pulling
out at the same time from mouth and anus. A bit of saliva came out with
Garrett's, trailing as a strand for a brief moment. Jack slowly stood up,
trying to stretch out his muscles without calling too much attention to
himself. All the boys were a bit sheepish about what all had happened,
though Neil was determined not to show it. Ian was feeling a bit unsure
about having just put his cousin through all this, though it did seem as
though Jack had wanted to try it. Owen had lots of issues before even
starting. He had simply zipped up and walked away with a word. He didn't
talk to either Ian or Billy, in fact for a month. He just avoided them.
Billy and Garrett made their excuses as to why they had to go.
"Come on, Neil," they said after getting non-communicative nods from Ian
and Jack.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Neil replied. He walked past Jack and grabbed at his
ass and added, "Come pretty good, too, don't I, Jackie?"
Jack, in a flush of anger knocked the arrogant boy's hand away and shoved
him back.
"What's the matter with you faggot?" Neil said. He was starting to talk
himself up amongst a stream of cuss words from Jack, but Ian jumped between
the two and told them to cool it before anybody came looking for them. They
were already late getting back.
"Better watch out," was all Neil said as he walked off; but he was just
talking scared. It's what guys like him do, even older ones. Ian could see
straight to it and told Jack so after Neil left. He and Jack followed
behind the now strutting boy back through the woods and to the church. They
walked in silence.
On arriving back they saw Jack's brother Geoff standing outside talking to
Kim Westerman. Geoff's friend Colin was nearby talking to Ian's brother
James. Kim smiled coquettishly and walked off just as Neil reached the
three other boys lounging at the side of the church. Neil was still
smarting from Jack's reaction. It was strange to see Neil feeling like his
manhood had been challenged, but it was all about Neil in his head. To get
back at Jack, he walked right passed Geoff and then spun around, looked him
in the eye, grabbed his crotch, then looked over at Jack walking up and
said: "Your little brother's got a nice tight ass, dude! It's a great
fuck!"
Geoff was too stunned by the sudden announcement to react, but Jack took
off after Neil, who ran around the corner of the church. Jack didn't get
far as his brother intercepted him as soon as he tried to go past.
"Let go of me, Geoff!"
"Just hold on, Jack. What's wrong with you? What was all that abou---"
Geoff didn't finish the sentence but looked straight into Jack's eyes.
"Geezus, Jack! You stink like --- . . . . . . Holy crap, he really did do
you!"
"Geoff, no, I -"
"Ah, for goodness sake, Jack. I heard you and Ian last night. Geezus, go
clean up before Aunt Liz and Uncle Michael smell you."
"Geoff, I -"
"Just go, will you?"
Jack turned and went toward the back of the church to slip in and use the
toilet and sink. It wasn't a bad idea as he could already feel a slush of
sperm leaking toward his anus. Or at least, he imagined that's what he
felt. As he walked off, Colin started to follow him with a smile. "I'll
help him out." He raised his eyebrows mischievously.
"James, . . ." Ian started, in an almost pleading voice.
"No it's cool." Geoff said, angry with his little brother seemingly just
passing it out, and outside the family, too.
"No, it's not." James said matter-of-factly, and he called Colin back.
"You stay here too," he said to his little brother. "I think you've caused
enough trouble for Jack."
Tuesday, 15 May 1995 10:38am
Ian sat in math class, dreaming of summer approaching as he stared out the
windows and the blue skies, thinking as well of the wonderful afternoon he
spent with Bree yesterday, again at Greg's. The Allen sisters were again
out for an hour, so he gave the boy a show while going down on Bree and
eating her out. It didn't even bother Ian that Greg also watched when Ian
moved up to fuck Brianna. It bothered Greg a little. Watching that young
butt move up and down, using the pussy underneath, and seeing those cheeks
squeeze in the dryish orgasm of late pre-pubertal boyhood - it all gave
Greg a sort of thrill. But he felt conflicted, as though he knew that this
was not what he really, really wanted in life.
But Ian wasn't privy to all of those inner conflicts within Greg's
mind. Likewise he wasn't privy to the happenings in Jack's life after he
and his brothers left the Cormack house late Sunday afternoon more than two
weeks ago. He wondered what things occurred, what thoughts had engulfed his
cousin, after the three boys returned home. Geoff knew that Jack had had
sex with some boys, even to the point of just being the receptacle for the
other boys' cum, but he seemed to take it strangely in stride (on the
outside). It wasn't as if it were old hat; Jack had been a total virgin
when he and Ian started that weekend. Ian wondered as well why Geoff wasn't
so surprised, or at least not interested in showing it.
As for Jack, the boy just avoided Ian the rest of the day, choosing instead
to hang out with Duncan who was feeling much better already. No one saw
anything strange about it, of course; no one else beside Ian, James, and
Geoff even noticed. Ian did see Jack at one point standing between Geoff
and Colin. Colin was squeezing the boy's buttocks, massaging them
obscenely. Jack brushed them off angrily and moved over to stand next to
his brother. The weirdest thing was watching Geoff casually push his
brother back over to Colin as if nothing had happened. After that Jack
seemed to accept Colin's hands with resignation.
Ian was thinking that maybe he wasn't ready for this type of life he was
jumping into. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten involved with boys.
"Ian, are you done already?"
Ian snapped back to math class. "No, ma'am, just stuck on one problem."
"Well, skip it and go on to one you can solve."
"Yes, ma'am." Ian bent his head back down and began to move his
concentration back to his work. He and Brianna had to find another place to
screw besides Greg's. And he had to get over doing anything with Billy at
church. Billy had admitted that Neil was doing him everyday now - that Neil
would get up earlier at his house and bicycle over to Billy's before he
left for school. He would sink his growing boyhood into Billy's hot tight
rectal glove in the comfort of Billy's own bed, or across the bed. And
sometimes with Billy bent over his desk, still in his bedroom, and
sometimes with Billy on his back on the carpet. A few times in the shower,
bent over the sink before or after his shower, one leg up on the counter,
on his side on the bed, on his back on the bed, standing against the wall
. . . . . However and whatever position he could do the longsuffering boy
in, Neil sure loved fucking Billy's ass.
Billy's mom thought that they were just becoming regular good friends. She
had initially not liked Neil, but the boy's attitude and disposition were
definitely improving the more he came over, and he was growing on her. She
would often find him at the house after the boys got home from school. As
for Neil, all the early mornings, which had required going to bed earlier,
getting his homework done so he would have time, getting along better with
his parents so they wouldn't object to his going over to Billy's, were
indirectly improving the boy's future. He was hanging out a bit less with
the tougher boys, whose persona he had tried to take on, and spending more
time playing nice to Billy. At least initially, that is. After the first
few weeks of daily fucking the boy's ass, almost twice a day many times -
including a couple times at school - Neil now came to regard Billy's butt
as his personal property, and he was becoming freer with being more the
tough boy once again. At least away from adult eyes.
Billy hadn't developed an interest in boys per se, but he was becoming used
to being plugged by Neil, and his ass had developed the perfect fit and
massaging response to the size and shape of the 12, almost 13, year old
dick that was filling him up every day. More than once, though, Billy had
sat and reflected on just how much cum had been shot into his ass. He still
liked the feel of warm sperm shooting into his bowels deep inside him
whenever Neil exhaled into his ear and gave his last shoves, tightening his
grip on whatever part he was holding and suddenly increasing body contact
and warmth for both of them. Billy realized with a directionless emotion
that he was another boy's stuffed animal, so to speak, and that he had come
to expect it each day. Maybe even look forward to it?
He definitely had begun looking forward to the warmth and body closeness
that went along with the coupling. Ian, too, loved that aspect of getting
together with Brianna, but after another week without a piece of ass, he
had to admit that another boy's ass offered a temptation that he enjoy
filling. And so, one day in the woods with Joey, Ian actually managed to
convince the slightly older boy t turn around, drop his pants, and bend
over.
Joey couldn't tell you why he did that the first time. The feeling of Ian's
very hard dick traveling up his rectum, even if only a few inches, was
strange and intoxicating in a way. Enough so that he didn't argue the
second time they were out In the woods and Ian told him to bend over a
tree. Like Billy, but much much less often, Joey did not question the
pattern of Ian using his butt for fucking. He let it happen. It even
started to feel pretty good after a while.
From here it was mainly just Brianna and Joey that Ian enjoyed sexually,
at least until . . . . well, maybe we'll save that one for later. Hope you
enjoyed this tale back in time a few months. In the next chapter (Ch. 6) we
pick back up in the middle of June, with Kelley trying to recover with the
memory of having blown two boys, and Nathan and Duncan's morning after.
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